One December day we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a
sorry sight, starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all
matted down. We felt sorry for her so we put her in a carrier and took
her to the vet. We didn’t know what to call her so we named her
‘Pussycat.’
The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us
know when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer) said,
‘OK, but don’t forget to wash her, she stinks.’ He reminded the vet
that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him. My
husband and my Vet don’t see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband ‘El-
Cheap-O’, and my husband calls the vet ‘El-Charge-O’. They love to hate
each other and constantly ’snipe’ at one another, with my husband
getting in the last word on this particular occasion.
The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is
located in the same building, next door to the vet. The MD’s waiting
room and office was full of people waiting to see the doctor. A side
door opened and the vet leaned in - he had obviously seen my husband
arrive.
He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice said, ‘Your
wife’s pussy doesn’t stink any more. We washed and shaved it, and now
she smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she’s pregnant..
God only knows who the father is!’ Then he closed the door.